"Is that what you really think? That getting a divorce is the best thing to do?"
"Yes," she choked out. In the next moment, she gasped as he pulled her into his arms. Gavin clamped his lips over hers, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth. He was not to be denied. Madison resisted, feebly struggling against his hold, desperately holding back the response that he could arouse with little effort. The kiss turned persuasive, carnal. No fair. Her thoughts scattered, her mind became fuzzy. A tidal wave of hunger swept over her, wiping away all thoughts of resistance.
He ground his hips against hers. "Only you can make me feel this way, Maddie. I ache for you. I can't sleep at night." Her tank top was no obstacle to the questing fingers that pushed it out of the way. Like a starving man, Gavin suckled her flesh, pulling on her deeply.
Madison felt the jolt directly to her sex. She rubbed against him, as much a slave to the need as he was. Gavin slipped a hand under the elastic waistband of her shorts, wasting no time, plunging in the wetness of her pussy. She gasped, knowing she should stop him before it got any farther. But her body refused to follow her mind. When Gavin laid her on the couch and disposed of her shorts, she remained pliant.
His eyes gleamed hotly. "You're mine, Maddie. You'll always be mine." Like a fine-tuned instrument, he played her body with consummate skill, arousing a need only he could assuage.
Tingles of electricity raced up and down her skin. "T-This is wrong," she moaned. Her words were at odds with the way her thighs splayed open for his touch, primed and waiting.
He squeezed her nipples. "Come home with me."
Her eyes fluttered at the sharp pleasure and pain that reverberated in her flesh. "N-No," she managed to gasp.
